I am new, and thought this community looked really interesting, so I have joined :) - am 28, total non-conformist and proud of it, into a bazillion things of a mystical / anticapitalist / arty-farty nature.

i'm 23, female and live in the most isolated city in the world (otherwise known as perth, western australia). i guess i'm what you could call a goth, although i hate stereotypes. i have a huge love of serial killers and fetish / bondage / snuff photography.

under the cut for your viewing pleasure, a couple of pics of me being a corpse. if you think this will disturb or upset you, don't f**king look!

I was working at Barnes and Noble, and I was working with a group of drug addicts or dealers or something who were sort of in hiding from someone else. (I'm glad I remember things so well). Each addict/dealer/person was someone I REALLY work with, and that just made things weirder.

So they sent me to Burger King (Which, if you're familiar with the area, was right where Chickfila is) so that I could get MASSIVE amounts of food, but when I got there I ordered a number one (which was a chickfila sandwich), a number 5 (chickfila chicken nuggets), and a junior bacon cheeseburger.

Well my aunt lived in the Burger King. It was like, half of the building was her house and half of it was the restauraunt.

So we went there because she was living with the manager of the store and we got a wrong order, so he was going to fix it, and then she asked if we could get a hotel for Spring Break or if we needed to stay at her house, since she was going to cancun with her BK manager boyfriend.

And then, I think my body said, "This is getting re-goddamn-diculous," And it woke me up.